Brush your hair to some Eurodisco trashTwo prophelactics and forty-five dollars cashCorduroy jacket and some fifty buck shoesThat can lead like a lamp when they're a scrubbing up newSunday best on a Friday night alrightI'll meet you at the corner beneath the Goodyear foot signWhere all dates are made by mobileI'll send you a smoke signal just be there by nine

This smoke, I left it for youTo show Mum and Dad your new tattoo alrightSo they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?

There's a streetlight for each night your heart hit the deckThis drink says I love you, this drink says I couldn't care lessKiss me so I know I'm aliveThe drinks taste crap but they keep coming til five

Numbers on the wall, I got my ears like a shellThe phone stinks of chips, cheap wine, mouthwash and gelC'mon we'll drink the last of the rentAnd I'll leave my number right down on the strap of your dress

And it's late, and she's SueCos I read it on the back of her boyfriends neck alrightSo they're my plans, how'd they fit with you?